IMPATIENT
The tension,
it is building up,
it's like a coiled spring.
The eternal optimist's fast becoming pessimist,
she's waiting in the devil's wings,
She's dressed in strawberry jelly,
her eyes blood red,
not tears,
just lack of sleep,
as so she quivers,
she's waiting for the end result,
sleep,
sleep is so evasive,
when thoughts twist up your mind.
and so she sits and shivers.
Tossing and turning and drifting,
thought I should say,
maybe the time is nigh,
now hopefully all change.
Those who speak philosophy,
speak words,
they speak words of darkness falling heavier,
just before the dawn.
She sits and she waits,
impatiently,
for the rise of breaking dawn,
A strangulating game,
of you've just got to wait and see!
(C) Livvi
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
IMPATIENT
The tension,
it is building up,
it's like a coiled spring.
The eternal optimist's fast becoming pessimist,
she's waiting in the devil's wings,
She's dressed in strawberry jelly,
her eyes blood red,
not tears,
just lack of sleep,
as so she quivers,
she's waiting for the end result,
sleep,
sleep is so evasive,
when thoughts twist up your mind.
and so she sits and shivers.
Tossing and turning and drifting,
thought I should say,
maybe the time is nigh,
now hopefully all change.
Those who speak philosophy,
speak words,
they speak words of darkness falling heavier,
just before the dawn.
She sits and she waits,
impatiently,
for the rise of breaking dawn,
A strangulating game,
of you've just got to wait and see!
(C) Livvi
The second stressful day of the waiting game. The interviewer says I should know on Monday.
These decisions must be the right ones.
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